The Salt River

The Shoe Tree

My friend Gerry Moore is an amateur botanist. A very advanced amateur. He is always on the lookout for plant specimens, so we headed to the Salt River to do a little exploring. The Salt River is home to herds of wild horses, and I had hoped to see one of the herds.

The Salt River

The Salt River begins where the White and Black Rivers converge¬† in the Fort Apache Reservation. It acts as the boundary between Fort Apache and the Tonto National Forest. The river continues through Tonto, filling the Roosevelt Lake. It continues to fill Apache Lake, Canyon Lake and finally Saguaro Lake. Continue reading »

Renaissance Faire

Washing Well Wench up close and personal

I am a week late in posting. A day at the festival, a day recovering, a week from hell at work, and a chock-full weekend this week. I will have to write about mucho cervesa in my next post.

Tartanic

Last week we attended our first Arizona Renaissance Festival sans Mike. We did him proud. Our first stop, after the beer of course, was to see Tartanic. Continue reading »

Rodeo Days

Everyone loves a parade.

The Lost Dutchman Days Parade is a big event in Apache Junction. It kicks off a day of festivities.

The parade this year was bittersweet. I lost my best friend. I lost a nephew – he wasn’t really my nephew, but he called me Uncle Carl. Mike Henderson was Liz’s nephew. He was the reason we are in Arizona. Continue reading »

Swiss Army Watch – does anybody really know what time it is?

I love wrist watches. You do not see many men wearing watches anymore. I guess it has to do with the prevalence of cell phones. The cell phone always has the correct time. It tells you the date.

A watch is so much more convenient, all I need do is turn my wrist a little to see at a glance what time it is.

I feel naked without a watch – I suppose my father had a lot to do with this. He always wore a wrist watch.¬† I have an assortment of watches. I have a watch that Jimmy Hoffa presented to my grandfather for 25 years of service as a Teamster in Philadelphia. I have my father’s watch. I only wear them on special occasions – could not bear the thought of destroying them or losing them. They cannot be replaced. Continue reading »

Everybody loves a parade!

Well, not everybody. Stephen, a guy I work with, doesn’t see the point. Of course, in our case, parades meant a ton of overtime and not a little bit of stress in meeting deadlines.

The finished products, I believe, speak for themselves. As I have mentioned before, our shop has never built or designed a parade float previously. So of course the owner said, “Yes”! Continue reading »

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